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Well, last night was interesting. I went to see a girl I work with husband's band play. After a few nasty "high class" beers and a shot of jager paid for by some guy named Adam, I left and decided to walk home. That is where the trouble started.
After I realized that was going the wrong way, I decided to stop off at a bar I saw and have a beer. It turned out to be a gay bar. I have no problem with that. Apparently I did something wrong or they just didn't like me because I was asked to leave. I didn't get it because I was just minding my own business. Words were exchanged and I think someone punched me in the head. I'm thinking it was there because someone punched me in the head (that much I know) and that's they only place I can think of that it would have happened.
So I went on my way and decided to sleep in an alley until daybreak. I was almost asleep when two guys came up to me and asked for the money in my pockets (which was about $11). I told them to fuck off and they were getting close to me when a police siren went off. It had nothing to do with us but they ran one way and I ran the other right into a car.
I walked some more and saw that another bar was open. It's another gay bar called Club One. I went it and had another beer. I got to talking about music with this girl named Katie (Which is I guess how you spell her name). It turns out that she's not gay and she gave me a ride home and we spent the night together. I'm glad that I had the foresight to clean my house in between my nap and Guitar Hero. She woke me up when she left. I got two calls from an unknown number since then. Maybe it was her.
I'm not calling it back.
Somewhere along the way I fucked up my elbow and knee.
After I realized that was going the wrong way, I decided to stop off at a bar I saw and have a beer. It turned out to be a gay bar. I have no problem with that. Apparently I did something wrong or they just didn't like me because I was asked to leave. I didn't get it because I was just minding my own business. Words were exchanged and I think someone punched me in the head. I'm thinking it was there because someone punched me in the head (that much I know) and that's they only place I can think of that it would have happened.
So I went on my way and decided to sleep in an alley until daybreak. I was almost asleep when two guys came up to me and asked for the money in my pockets (which was about $11). I told them to fuck off and they were getting close to me when a police siren went off. It had nothing to do with us but they ran one way and I ran the other right into a car.
I walked some more and saw that another bar was open. It's another gay bar called Club One. I went it and had another beer. I got to talking about music with this girl named Katie (Which is I guess how you spell her name). It turns out that she's not gay and she gave me a ride home and we spent the night together. I'm glad that I had the foresight to clean my house in between my nap and Guitar Hero. She woke me up when she left. I got two calls from an unknown number since then. Maybe it was her.
I'm not calling it back.
Somewhere along the way I fucked up my elbow and knee.
My day so far:
I woke up, had a jerk and went back to sleep.
I woke up again at 1 pm after dreams of vampires and hidden wishes. I ate a bowl of chili, masturbated again took 3 shits (a fourth since then) and now I'm semi-drunk and playing Guitar Hero Metallica.
I ain't nothing to be noticed. Except in mild surprise.
I woke up, had a jerk and went back to sleep.
I woke up again at 1 pm after dreams of vampires and hidden wishes. I ate a bowl of chili, masturbated again took 3 shits (a fourth since then) and now I'm semi-drunk and playing Guitar Hero Metallica.
I ain't nothing to be noticed. Except in mild surprise.
My friend Trevor finally got the sense to dump his girlfriend and move back to Savannah. It's good that he is back even though he drives me crazy. He's been living in Florida for the past few months so he has a horrible sunburn and is peeling. There was this disgusting dust cloud of dead skin following him all over Best Buy. It was mainly pissing me off but at one point it was funny. He stopped dead in his tracks while I was looking for camcorders, did this shiver and wet dog shake and this gigantic pixie dust of skin flakes flew all around his melon head.
Guess you had to be there. Although it was probably for the best that you weren't.
He's not here right now. I sent him to Hollywood video to rent the Wrestler and a couple of XBOX games. I didn't feel like going. Hey, I paid for them. Besides, my feet stink.
Update: I have a picture of said peeling. BE WARNED!!!
Guess you had to be there. Although it was probably for the best that you weren't.
He's not here right now. I sent him to Hollywood video to rent the Wrestler and a couple of XBOX games. I didn't feel like going. Hey, I paid for them. Besides, my feet stink.
Update: I have a picture of said peeling. BE WARNED!!!
It's dawned on me that since I've "rejoined", I have yet to post a blog like my old ones. Beer soaked journals filled to the brim with offbeat humor and intelligent insights. And I'm not about to start now.
Maybe the beer-soaked part.
At least there's nudity:
Maybe the beer-soaked part.
At least there's nudity:
